Friday, April 29, 2011

...Another border crossing

Today we headed to Argentina, we caught a bus at 10am and our bus leaves on the other side of the border to Salta at 2:30, plenty of time we thought...but the Bolivian immigration had about as much organisation as...well words fail to describe it, it was nearly 'Mutiny on the border' at one stage we had moved an inch in an hour and there was only about 30 people in front of us at most.

We met two Dutch people who had bribed the Bolivian border guards to get to the top of the queue, we were tempted to do the same do we knew the Argentinian border guards would not be so easily bought.

While in the queue one of the border guards saw us and brought us to the front of the queue, the other people were hurling abuse at us in Spanish but we were hardly going to turn down being brought to the top of the queue, he stamped all our passports and then we walked to the other side of the border where we stood for an hour and a half! Yep two borders took over 3 hours to cross, and the Dutch had no luck bribing the Argentina Border guards.

We finally got to the other side, the guard searched our bags, well he squeezed my bag, he absolutely ripped apart the Bolivian peoples bags...knickers were on the ground! They get a fair old grilling at the border as well..that's why there's such a delay...that and the massive drug trafficking issues!

We'd arrived in Argentina again, we asked him how far to the bus station, 4 blocks he said...it was a 20 minute walk in the end...PRICK lied to us.. We missed the first bus but one was leaving in 45 minutes, we travelled with a girl from England for the day united in the struggle of the border crossing.

7 hours later we arrived in Salta..our hostel from last time had doubled in price and was now at Irish standards. We stayed in a hostel around the corner, it was a decent price...but the noisiest fuckers I've met since I left Ireland...and they were the Israeli variety so the volume was LOUD even in everyday conversation...they even made living with my brother like living with Mary Poppins.

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